No theme. No theme. You’re the theme.
I feel it’s my duty to point out that as a military veteran I’ve had a hell of a lot of shots and can remember only one time I ever had a reaction of any kind, and that was a bit of achiness and a slight fever after an anthrax vaccination, lasting less than a day.
Now that intelligent and considerate people are masking again, I had a choice to make yesterday: whether to go to the monthly book club meeting in person or attend by Zoom. I chose wisely.
See? We don’t always have to choose the stupid thing!
Donna’s always coming up with ingenious ways to fix things and make them better. In another life, she’d have been an engineer. Wait. She’s an engineer in this life, minus the degree.
By the way, that disparaging stereotype about fighter pilots — big Seiko, little dick? — please don’t ask Donna. She’s likely to blurt out the truth.
The Afghan people could make a difference … if they wanted to. There comes a time to say fuck it and move on.
Lulu and Fritzi, at least so far, have exhibited no fascist or authoritarian leanings. Unless you count sounding Reveille before the sun comes up.